Hated Young Lady Accepts Her Fate

"Excuse me.... sir?

We get to the infirmary, knock and speak up. But the reply never came back, and when I pulled the door to try it, it opened lightly.

"Oh, you're careless."

The fact that it was not locked means that the nursing teaching will only be a little off the seat and go inside.

I can wait until the nursing teaching returns, but I want to get back to the classroom as soon as possible to treat my arm injury, if possible.

I was confused by the fact that I didn't want to notice earlier, but on second thought, it means I don't have to have a concern that I will hate you in the future because you already hate me.

It's hard to go from positive to negative, and I don't care how negative it will be in the future if it's negative from the beginning. Rather, given this loop situation, I even think it might be the best environment to go around.

'Cause you don't have to be heartbroken about what you do to someone you don't like.

"... I feel like I'm getting beat up step by step."

For the first time, I'm sure I couldn't stand the situation I'm in. Well, that made me self-destructive.

To think so, maybe this Hell's Loop wasn't in vain either. It looks like it could be a fine toughness thanks to you. Though I didn't want to be anything.

"Well, is this where the disinfectants are? You can say no to your teacher later."

After thinking about it, he concludes that the nursing teaching he went out without locking is bad and lets himself fish the drug shelves.

When disinfectant and skimmed cotton are removed from the shelf and placed on the desk, gently wash the wound with water first and remove water with a handkerchief. Apparently the blood has stopped completely.

Let dry slightly, then stain the skimmed cotton with disinfectant to hit the wound.

"Ugh... I'm soaked..."

There are tears in the burning pain. Renew your determination to give this pain back to Esther by a factor of 10.

I repeatedly sanitized it in place of skimmed cotton several times, and the noise of a rough knock echoed in my breath.

"Hey, Alwin!

A terribly beautiful boy peeks into his face with the sound of the door opening. Elementary... no, is it an intermediate student to get out of uniform? This place is rare even though it is a high school building.

A beautiful blue eye peeks through her thin, beautiful, pale golden thread-like forehead. It's an angelic look that I used to see in church, coming out of a beautiful painting.

Nevertheless, I remember that Alwyn was only the name of nursing teaching. Is he immersed in this infirmary? My skin is amazingly white, too, so maybe she's a sick kid.

"Oh, there's no insurance teacher here right now."

"What..."

In my reply, an angelic boy looked like the end of the world.

You were so shocked, your blue eyes moistened and twitched. It's like a lake that reflects the sun, a beauty that you'll always want to see.... No, well, my eyes are more beautiful. Now it's cloudy like muddy water, but before I looped it, it was more beautiful blue than he was. Yeah, really.

If I stay like this, I'm going to realize that I don't want to notice it again, so I can't help but finish the story in myself. If I realize that now, I'm not going to be able to get back on my feet this time. As a woman.

Before I think about anything extra, I just decided to go back to my classroom and take a seat. Going all the way to him, trembling in front of my every move, I take the hand that was on that door and drag him inside the infirmary without question.

Though I've decided to be thorough with the villain, I'm not livestock enough to leave a middle-aged student feeling sick about anything.

"If you're not feeling so well, just go in and lie down. Especially if I can get you a teacher."

We're going back to class anyway, and then we just have to stop by the staff room. It's not that much trouble.

In the meantime, he called out as he sat on his prep bet and tried to get rid of the tools he had left out quickly.

"Uh, no, it's okay. I'm not, I'm not sick, I'm hurt, that."

"What? Were you hurt? Then I wish you had told me sooner!

I pulled it pretty hard, but would it have been okay? When he returns the tool he had to his desk again, he rushes over to his side.

From what I've seen, I don't look like I'm getting such a big injury. I also walked normally when I pulled my hand earlier so I didn't feel like I had a particular problem. But maybe he suffered a major injury where he could not see it?

"No, I'm fine because I got hurt at my fingertips"

That said, he opens the fist he was holding in front of his chest from earlier on and shows me his index finger. Looks like a healthy index finger at first glance. Nevertheless, the cherry shellfish nails on the tip are beautifully polished and properly shaped. I guess he's a noble kid in a pretty good place.

"Uh... where did you get hurt? Did you do it with your thumbs up?

"What, can't you see? There will be blood everywhere."

That's what I indicated with my other index finger while saying that in an adorable voice that I wouldn't have had a voice change yet, it's like blood does seep in there if you look closely...... I don't even feel it. It's a vulgar word.

"No way... did you look so desperate about this?

It makes me a natural and cold voice. Perhaps it would have been cold to look at him sideways.

"This is it!? You've been hurt enough to bleed! It hurts so much, it stings!

Sure, my fingertips hurt even to the point of sawdust because my nerves are collecting. But it's too exaggerated. Well, what you call aristocracy, maybe this is what it is.... Me too, it could have been like this before.

When I take the disinfectant I left on my desk, shuddering to remember the distant day, I grasp his hand that I was injured.

"Hey, what are you going to do, dude...!!

"You can disinfect these things and leave them alone."

"Ya stop!! I need a properly knowledgeable and licensed doctor to say this!!...... Huh!!

Ignore him and sprinkle him with disinfectant. I wonder how much it hurt. I hold my breath, see how my tears are overflowing, and then it's time to go put the disinfectant and skim cotton back on the shelf. It's still beautiful to zero tears, I regret it.

"You think you're just gonna do this to me!

Looking back at the high yelling voice, he was staring at me with his angelic face dyed with angelic angelic rage with a blur and a beautiful tear.

"Oh, what is it? I just treated you, and I was wondering if you could thank me?

"Become!!

"But it's also a bad idea to say something embarrassing to all of you, such as that a manly man like you was wept by a sore injury. I would like to thank you for resigning."

"... oh, you!!!

Summoning and shaking his face bright red with anger and shame, he feels as if he overlaps his figure for the first time and can't say anything.

You look good, but you're a shame... I saw a big boomerang flying out the window.

"Then I'll go. You should go back to your classroom soon. With that major injury, the health teacher can't do any more... hehe"

Give me a little sarcasm and a smile, and open the infirmary door. Still, you didn't come home with any nursing instruction.

"Stay!! You, name your name!!

"Oh, I'm not as good as a name. Good day. Oh, ho, ho, ho."

Follow the infirmary with a deliberate high laugh.

There's no reason for you to call me that. To see who they are and how they behave, they are noble sons of high rank, no matter what they see. I treated you for an injury, why do you have to like it and buy the resentment of someone like that? I'm sure they've been so mean, but they'll never see each other again anyway.

Well, in a year's time, they'll strip you of your title anyway, and it's not a big deal if you find out your name. With that in mind, he walked lightly down the road to the classroom.

"Ha-ha-ha ~. If it's going to take so long, I should have locked it up and gone ~"

Alwyn sighed with that coalesced grey blush hair up.

I just went to the clerk's office to pick up some things, but my second grade teacher caught me.

He said with a bright blue face that the Wellbellsley maid would ask you, so he wanted you to pay close attention to the treatment, or let him know if you were going to get scarred.

I can do everything I can to treat my students, even if they don't tell me. I thought it would be less harmful to just return myself to the infirmary, but I snorted a lot.

Even so, I stink of trouble again with Wellbellsley's lady.

"Uh, I'm angry with you for waiting, will you please go home?"

I also forget that I thought I was doing everything I could earlier, and those words come out of my mouth.

But really, the Wellbellsley lady is a pain in the ass. Summon and scatter, and as soon as it becomes inconvenient, bring out the households. I've been harmed before, too. Though she won't even remember. Even the dirt on my brother Leon's nails, I want to fry it and drink it.

Besides, according to my story, you're angry that a civilian girl scratched you? Since this is all that is waiting for you in the infirmary, the spearhead of your anger will undoubtedly fall on you.

"No, I want to go home..."

In front of the arriving infirmary door, hold your head. I can't help but do this forever.

Never mind, open the door.

"... that?

There was no gorgeous hair lady in the room who was ready, just a familiar boy sitting on his bets.

"Hey Will! It's rare to come alone - did you even get hurt?

With some harsh face, he speaks to Will, who seems to be troubled by one. I'm not really in a position to call him off, but I've had an interaction with his brother, and I've known him since he was younger, so I'm allowed to call him off.

Although it is rare for a middle school student to come to the High Department infirmary, Will often comes to the High Department infirmary because of me.

"No, the injury is all right now..."

That's what Will says with a mouthful of mouth, as if it's hard to say. Sometimes I was surprised at how he looked. He's still a boxed boy, and if he's going to get hurt at all, he's going to make a fuss, including around him.

Because he was in such an environment, he was not immune to injuries, and even as thin skin peeled off, he brought his surroundings to the infirmary.

I can't believe he's hurt enough, it could snow today.

"Hey Alwin. We keep a roster of treated students here, don't we?

Will asks me if I was looking out with such disrespect.

It is true that when using the infirmary, you are asked to write an autograph. I nodded at the inquiry and showed him the roster out of my desk drawer.

"Yes, write Will later too ~"

You don't have to be treated, but if you're using the infirmary, you need to sign it.

Will doesn't respond to my words and stares at the roster. What's wrong with it?

Last written name is John Smith. He's a third grader at the High School who visited yesterday after school.

"What's wrong with the roster? I can't believe you're looking at me like that."

"No, I was just wondering"

Looking at the roster for a while, Will takes his gaze off like he lost interest. And keep staring at your index finger.

"What's the matter with you? Oh, you're ready to give it to me. Let's disinfect it."

"Huh? Oh, no. I already sanitized it..."

I also peered into Will's finger for a moment and found the beauty of his finger. [M] Ha, now I know why I'm here in the infirmary.

But when I try to disinfect you, I say it's okay because I already disinfected you. Did you finish treatment in the infirmary in the middle of nowhere because I wasn't there?

Will's face is a little red even so. Maybe he has a fever. That's why you came all the way to me!

Remove the thermometer from the medicine box and give it to Will. Will looked strange, but pinched it by the receiving side.

"Oh, I was, Will. Weren't there any scary women waiting for me?

"Become!?

Will's face makes a sound and turns this way. Will is really weird today.

"Here's the hairstyle with the gorgeous feel of a crew - it's waving around in a high voice..."

I'll tell Will all the information I can remember about Miss Wellbellsley in me, combined with the image I heard earlier. Will, who had asked intriguingly at first, turned away again, as he had lost interest gradually.

"You didn't come for a guy like that. There was only one young lady, but when she finished her own treatment, she left."

"Yes!? Really?! That was a bad thing."

I've done a very bad thing to that kid. I really hope Miss Wellbellsley doesn't get involved, and I want to sigh. After all, did she go home without waiting until I got back? Bad, it's a big problem when you go home without treatment. First of all, she will definitely tell her parents about this... My neck could finally fly... Yeah, I want to go home...

"Hey, are you okay, Alwin, your face is bright blue..."

"Yeah, it's okay, Will. But treat it yourself - it's something you were better off with."

I'm surprised there was such a solid lady in this aristocratic school. Oh, maybe it's about the newly arrived integration girl.

Until Will finished measuring his fever, I talked to him about a new high school entrant. By the way, Will's fever was flat.